You're roaming along, it's five passed midnight
Your hunger has come back for its due
It's getting too late for a quick bite
But your stomach pains are gettin' to you
And that's when your addiction returns
It's a fiction to imagine a cure
It's taken hold of your mind, and soon you will find
Your proclivities in what to procure
Nine AM has got you so lonesome
Last night's whiskey you've yet to digest
Your sensibilities urge you to eat wholesome
But your foolish lust has gotten your best
And that's when your dependence returns
It's stupendous to surrender, but tough
It's taken hold of your health and you find yourself
Consuming and consumed by the stuff
You're under the influence of Popeye's Chicken
Under the influence of Popeye's
Under the influence of Popeye's Chicken
And biscuits and gravy and fries
Afternoon comes and ambrosia awaits
You salavate as you open the door
You eat from these boxes cause they don't give you plates
Ponder that, then ponder it more
And that's when your inspiration returns
There's salvation in the batter they use
It's taken hold of your soul, it's corrupted you whole
But it's forced you to follow your muse
You're under the influence of Popeye's Chicken
Under the influence of Popeye's
Under the influence of Popeye's Chicken
And biscuits and gravy and fries
[solo and feasting]
And that's when your addiction returns
It's a fiction to imagine a cure
It's taken hold of your mind, and soon you will find
Your proclivities in what to procure
You're under the influence of Popeye's Chicken
Under the influence of Popeye's
Under the influence of Popeye's Chicken
And biscuits and hot apple pies
You're under the influence of Popeye's Chicken
Under the influence of Popeye's
Under the influence of Popeye's Chicken
And biscuits and gravy and fries